Words of untold truth
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spenlover25
Ongoing, First published Oct 29, 2022
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I will always be myself.

Whether I like it or not,
Broken into pieces or not, 
With the pain that suffocates me at times
And the moment of peace before the storms
That tries to keep me away 
From the spark of light that keeps me going in the darkness
I am just me 
With the hate, love, pain, shame, anger and the little of compassion that I have for myself.

This is the truth,
That I hide from others,
Because sometimes, just sometimes,
Life throws you things that can't be told to the world,
Things that tries to leave deep scars that cannot be described or talked about.

Behind the smile and the image of an easy and perfect life,
lies so many events and emotions that are kept hidden.

The reason is that, if revealed to others would destroy the illusion of myself that I tried to create in hopes of loving myself.

But here I hope to share the hurt, the pain, the joy, peace and love.
The experience of life might be different for every human being but our emotions are the same. That's what connects us.

This is the words of untold truth.
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. ο ½ ο ½ ο ½ First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. π‘΄π’†π’π’‚π’π’„π’‰π’π’π’š copyright Β© May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.

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